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Post by Star Stormz on Aug 6, 2022 22:00:49 GMT -5
PWS: APEX Riot Tuesday, August 16, 2022 Vancouver, BC - Rogers Arena
Triple Threat Hardcore Match Daniel Russow vs. Michael Rathedon vs. Dylan Howell
Roleplay deadline is Sunday, August 14 at 11:59 pm est. 1 rp each, 300 words minimum, 5000 words maximum[\center]
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Post by Michael Rathedon on Aug 12, 2022 16:34:20 GMT -5
I got knocked down. I got eliminated from the battle royal a few weeks ago and I had to take some time to reflect and question myself some more. I’m still standing though and I found myself in the presence of an old friend who has since helped me rediscover myself and made me realize I’m not on my own anymore. I’m coming back even stronger than I already was. My feet hitting the ground was a very minor setback and won’t derail my progress of hoisting PWS gold over my head. Whether it be the world title or even the tag title, I will be holding gold by the end of autumn.
I find myself once again in another triple threat match where I have to display my dominance over a pair of inferior specimens. Shouldn’t be much of a problem once I took a glance at who they were going to be. Daniel Russow, that’s definitely a motherfucker on the roster, can’t deny that. How good he is, I don’t fuckin’ know but I can assume he’s god awful because I have never once heard his name enter my ears and he has apparently been doing this for fifteen years? If some asshole from New York has been doing this for that long that’s all you need to know about the guy. Some orphan new yorker who found pro wrestling as an escape to find a better life, right? I can’t speak for him but that doesn’t seem to be working out too well for him. So unsuccessful in the business that he was in the original PWS and came back to try again and to no one's surprise he is becoming the biggest bust in PWS history and I don’t even know it all that well which is the funny part.
Get this though, motherfucker used to wear a mask and used to go by the name Rabid dickhead or whatever it was. Such an ugly bastard that he wore a mask and gave himself a terrible and cringy name. I mean, truly what a waste of space because there are so many young new talents coming about and this piece of trash is still filling spots on the card. I’ll make sure to dispose of him for the sake of everyone else. Hopefully never to see him again. An absolute charisma vacuum that guy.
Speaking of trash, this Dylan Howell guy is once again along my path and how disgusting that I even have to share a ring with him again. This disgusting, fat, decrepit, old bastard really should be considering retirement, I tried telling him last time to retire bitch but he just didn’t listen and now I’m gonna have to force him into doing so. He’ll be curled up into a lifeless ball of nothingness right next to Daniel Russow. This guy is honestly everything I hate about the human race, it drives me mad. This bastard can have psychotic breakdowns constantly and still get a new chance after new chance. He has all these built up mental disorders I would assume and instead of getting treated for it like someone who cares for their own mental health would do, he instead wrestles with these untreated disorders on the brink of breaking down again but he just claims it’s him having fun now, going on wacky fucking adventures. That’s absolutely insane and these beer chugging disgusting maggots that mouth breath on the other side of the barricade just eat it up, cheering for him.
A crowd that eats that kind of shit up needs to be permanently quarantined into their houses that I’m sure are littered with cans of soda and pizza boxes. I genuinely cannot wait to scar and bring great pain to this motherfucker because I want to see the sour looks on everyone’s face as he screams out for help and there’s nothing he can do as I force his hand into calling it quits for good. I want him to never be seen by the public eye ever again because let’s be honest with ourselves, it would be for the absolute best.
I fully expect to win this triple threat and go one to bigger challenges, I want- no I need to fight the best available in PWS. I need to accelerate my rise to glory where I do win a championship. It’s the only thing that can validate my thoughts. I’m here for validation and to reach the very peak and prove to myself that I can do it because I know very damn well that I can. It all comes down to when I reach the pinnacle, because that is where I belong. I AM the pinnacle. There is only one person that I’ll bring to the top with me because she deserves it just as much as I do. Alexandra Calaway is going to be my ride or die here and it is one of my many objectives to conquer here to win the tag team championships with her. The most perfect and ideal situation would be tag team champions with her but also be the world champion at the same time. I want us to be able to reign over PWS as the permanent faces.
This match is but a stepping stone to my true goals and these two disgusting troglodytes are just toads in my way to the next stepping stone. I’ll crush them under my boot and smear their remains on the preceding stone. I need to do this for me and I do not give a single fuck who stands in my way. Everyone is going to fall and their heads will roll after receiving the devastating Ruby Oni onto the mat or if I'm nice, the floor.
Michael puts his guitar to the side after playing the song. He opens his eyes after letting the song flow through him and sees both his kids napping next to each other and Saori grinning from ear to ear while blushing. The stars are out along with a full moon and those are the only sources of light they have.
The group is in a hidden location near the airport as they await the takeoff time. Michael had never sang in front of Saori and he figured now would be the time.
“Michael… That was beautiful. Very truly beautiful. Thank you for sharing your voice with me.”
“Ah well, ya know. I learned how to sing to get the kids to sleep and that was their favorite to hear. I was kinda terrible at first but I eventually got the hang of it.”
“It’s not easy to learn guitar and sing ya know?”
“Well, when you’re me” He laughs while avoiding eye contact.
Saori stood up from the log she had been sitting on and went over to Michael and sat next to him on the long fallen tree he had been sitting on.
“I was able to grab these in time before we stormed out of that warehouse.”
She lifts up a small orange container that reads “Rathedon”.
“Saori, you know I don’t wanna take that shit anymore. It fucked me up, it… changed me.”
“Not in the bad way you always think though. You think it made you worse but it made you a better person. I always want to be honest with you, Michael and who you were before was a broken man who was lost and couldn’t find the direction to peace and happiness. I love who you have become and how far you’ve gotten.”
“I- Saori…”
“I love you, Michael. I’m so proud of you.”
Michael’s face drops as he stares into Saori’s eyes. She was blushing and smiling widely again. Michael placed his hand on her cheek and slowly leaned in.
Their lips met and they kissed for what felt like an eternity to them. Michael moved his right hand up to her head and very gently clenched her hair. A single tear went down his face as they still kissed. They break away from each other and their faces are both fully blushed as they avoid eye contact.
“That was- everything to me. I won’t let anything ever happen to you, Saori, I promise.”
“I’ll make the same promise to you then, Michael Radio.”
She puts up her pinky in front of her face and grins at Michael. She chuckles and wraps his pinky around hers solidifying the promises. Michael checks his wrist and notices it’s almost time to depart and gives Saori a quick kiss this time and picks up both his sleeping children and puts them in the back of their car.
“This is it, Michael. Once we get on that plane it’s a whole new life for us. We’ll be free and happy together. I’m so excited!”
“I am too. One thing at a time though, let’s make sure we get on the plane, huh?” They both share a quiet laugh as Michael turns the car on and pulls out of the trees and heads towards the airport.
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Post by Daniel Russow on Aug 15, 2022 21:38:42 GMT -5
New Beginning Chapter One - Pride
“Alright, let’s get this over with.”
We open our scene with Daniel and Audrey Russow standing in front of what appears to be a storage unit. Daniel reaches down to pull up the door, as the light fills the space inside, revealing a number of boxes filling the back wall. There are some other knick knacks strown across the other walls, but the focus immediately driven to what’s in the center of the unit. A picture perfect 1970 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500. Daniel lets out a sigh when he looks at the car. He walks along the side of it, running his fingers along side of it.
Daniel Russow: I know it’s a tragedy to keep this car couped up in this place. I just..I can’t bring myself to do anything with it yet.
Audrey comes into the unit with Daniel, as she reaches and takes his hand in her’s.
Audrey Russow: Your dad loved this car. He put all that time and money and work building it back to it’s glory.
Daniel Russow: Feels like just yesterday he was taking me for a ride in it for the first time. Even though it feels a lifetime ago. I think he was doing it to try and find something we could relate on.
Audrey can sense Daniel getting emotional, as he clears his throat.
Daniel Russow: I should have forgave him sooner.
Audrey turns her husband to face her, as she looks up at him, caressing her hands around his face.
Audrey Russow: Hey, look at me. You had a lot to move through to get to where you were with your dad. The important thing is you two were close before the end.
Daniel Russow: There was so much he missed. So much with Aurora
Audrey Russow: But, he got to meet her. That wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t let the past go. Because of that, she got to meet her grandfather, she got to make some memories with him. And he got to meet his granddaughter.
Daniel manages a chuckle.
Daniel Russow: He did love her so much.
Daniel takes a deep breath, shaking his head to gather himself.
Daniel Russow: Thanks. It’s just been weird since he died. I keep finding myself in this battle of like…fighting who I used to be versus the person I want to be. Someone that would make him proud. Someone that would be a good role model for Aurora.
Audrey Russow: Babe, isn’t the biggest thing we’re wanting to teach Aurora is to always be herself? You have to be you, even if some of the parts aren’t all that pretty. And yes, I am talking about what happened at Destiny.
Daniel Russow: About that…
Audrey Russow: You hesitated. I get it, you didn’t want to be the guy that hit a woman. I get it after all the crap you got when we were facing them last year, but I saw that match…and, there was a part of you missing. I could see it. You were…I guess the best way I could describe it would be…tamed?
Daniel shoots up a look at Audrey.
Audrey Russow: I mean…you used to do whateverthehell you wanted to, no matter the cost to your own body, as long as it could take your opponent out.
Daniel Russow: That was before I was a father.
Audrey Russow: Boy, don’t you know by now we can make it through anything. I ain’t going nowhere. You are stuck with both me and the baby for life.
Daniel cracks a smile as he looks at Audrey.
Daniel Russow: Yeah, but I mean I can’t exactly be there for you girls if I’m dead.
Audrey Russow: Well, don’t die then. Right?
Daniel Russow: Uh huh…
Audrey Russow: What?
Daniel Russow: Just…this is a lot coming from the woman who jumped off the top of the smarkstron to try and win a match.
Audrey sighs.
Audrey Russow: Yeah…don’t go doing that, it’s not worth it. But no more of this holding back, okay? I want you to be the very best of you, the violent, passionate, loyal man I fell in love with and married. No matter what you do, once you walk back behind that curtain, Aurora and I will be there, injuries and all.
Daniel Russow: You do realize the road I can go down with this, right?
Audrey Russow: I do…truth is, I may have to go down the same road myself. But I know that if we do, we’ll get through it together.
Dan nods his head, as he walks over to some of the boxes against the wall, picking one up.
Daniel Russow: I might not be able to do anything about the car yet, but I guess I should start going through some of his things.
Audrey walks over and picks up one of the other boxes.
Audrey Russow: No rush, there’s no timeline for grief. We can do it together.
Daniel Russow: Thank you, for everything.
Audrey Russow: It’s my job, love. I just…felt like you needed to hear this before your match on Riot. I know its a hardcore match, and didn’t want you going in doubting yourself. I love ya, knucklehead.
Audrey kinda shrugs against Daniel, as they walk out of the storage unit.
Daniel Russow: Love you too.
Audrey Russow: What do ya say we go and get back to Aurora. I’m sure RJ and Emz have enjoyed their time with her.
Daniel Russow: Sounds good. Let me just lock up real quick.
They put their boxes in the trunk of the car, as Dan shuts it and Audrey starts the car. Dan goes inside the storage unit, taking one last trip along the side of the Mustang. He whispers quietly under his breath.
Daniel Russow: Hope I’m the man you wanted me to be…
With that, he goes and closes the storage unit door, locking it before getting in the car, as the two drive away.
Chapter Two - Hardcore
The scene opens to a black screen. We can hear what sounds like metal being dragged along the floor. There is a moment of silence, before we hear a long winded exhale, before a single light bulb chain is pulled, and the dim lightbulb illuminate the small grungy room. Before us, in a metal folding chair, sits Daniel Russow. However, there was something about him. This was a look we hadn’t seen in quite some time. He snarled as he looked into the camera. After a moment, his snarl went away, and he paused a moment, before speaking.
Daniel Russow: If you awaken from this illusion and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death, or should i say, death implies life. You can feel yourself not as a stranger in the world, not as something here on probation. Not as something that has arrived here by fluke. But you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental.
Daniel leans forward in the chair.
Daniel Russow: I’m not trying to sell you on this idea in the sense of converting you, I want you to play with it. I want you to think of it’s possibilities. I’m not trying to prove it. I’m just putting it forward as a possibility of life to think about.
Daniel starts to run his fingers through each other.
Daniel Russow: So then, let’s suppose that every night you were able to dream every dream you wanted to dream. And you could, for example, have the power within one night to dream 75 years of time, or any length of time you wanted to have. And you would, naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure that you seek. And after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each, You would say, “Well, that was pretty great.” But now let’s um..let’s have a surprise. Let’s have a dream that wasn’t under control. Well, something is going to happen to me and I don’t know what it’s going to be. And, you would dig that, and come out of that and say wow that was a close shave, wasn’t it? And then, you would get more and more adventurous. You would make further and further out gambles as to what you would dream.
Dan readjusts himself, sitting up straight in the chair.
Daniel Russow: And finally, you would dream, where you are now. You would dream the dream of living the life you are actually living today. That would be within the infinite multiplicities of choices you would have of playing, but you weren’t God. Because the whole nature of the God of it, is to play that he’s not. So, in this idea then, everybody is fundamentally the ultimate reality. Not in a politically kingley sense, but God in the sense of being the self, the deep down basic, whatever that is. And you’re all that, only you’re pretending your not.
With that being said, Daniel reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair, letting out a loud sigh. He throws his head back, beturning his gaze back to the camera.
Daniel Russow: This match…this hardcore triple threat. I see it as a rebirth of sorts. A new direction, if you will. For quite some time now, I’ve been trying to be something I’m not. I’m not ashamed of it, quite the opposite. I’ve been trying to be what the world considers a “good” man. The proof was in everything that happened at Destiny. The old me would have taken that damn chair and smacked Haze’s head off her damn shoulders. But, no. For some unGod reason I hesitated. I can’t explain to you, other that I had gotten so engulfed into the idea of being a “good man” that it brought into question everything that I used to be about.
Dan lets out another sigh.
Daniel Russow: Some have said that, since I came to PWS: APEX, I’ve been a failure. Some would agree with that statement. I say that, because I am one of them. That…ends…now. Dylan Howell…Michael Rathedon..I know you two are kindanew here, so you haven’t really seen a lot of me, and all you have to go off is what you can find on the internet. I know you’ve both had success in other places, and I’m sure you’re both expecting to find the same in PWS: APEX, hell, Howell is already a tag champ, as crazy as that sounds. I could go the typical of this won’t be a walk in the park, or the whole this is going to be different. Truth is, yeah, it is, but I’m sure you both knew that. It’s not going to be easy. So, go ahead, do your research on me. Go back, way back..go back to my days in PWS. Go back to the days I was wrestling as Rabid Deviant. Go ack to the days I ran the Collateral Damage division and made more than one person qui when they couldn’t beat me. You go, and you see all that, you do your research. But let me tell you, there is so much more to me than what you read online.
Daniel stops, calming himself down for a moment, before continuing.
Daniel Russow: Some would complain about just being thrown into a random triple threat match for no reason. But not me, I welcome the violence. I am literally drooling at the thought of taking you two to the absolute limit of what is allowed on television without getting fined by the FCC. Best believe there’s gonna be blood. Best believe this one’s not gonna be for the faint of heart. And best believe I’m gonna walk out the winner. Some men spend their entire life trying to find their way to God. I’m the one finally letting the devil inside of me come up to the surface. Get ready, boys.
Daniel reaches forward, and turns the camera off, ending the scene.
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Post by bobodoll on Aug 15, 2022 22:59:20 GMT -5
And Then There Were Three…
Rise to Glory has come to pass, and as much as this has happened to me before in my career, several times actually, part of me still doesn’t believe what has happened.
I’m one half of the PWS Tag Team Champions!
Holding up his new PWS Tag Team Championship belt, Dylan is smiling like Steph Curry realizing that he was wide open during the NBA Finals. (OOC: Seriously, how the hell did THAT happen Boston, YOU better than that!)
Yes, it could definitely be termed as improbable considering that my partner and I are still, how shall we say, working out some issues? That may come as a shock to all of you fans who remember the deep and thought provoking conversation between Jennifer Makarios-Lopez and I before our match at Rise to Glory…except that didn’t happen. As a matter of fact, Jennifer and I have not spoken to each other yet, not one word. Yet, as I stand before you here today, Jennifer and I, in our first match as partners, won the Championships.
So, I guess you could say that Jennifer, or if you are like me you call her Jenny, because she just looks like a Jenny, we really haven’t gotten to know each other yet. But while I don’t know her per se, I do know some stuff about her, and let me tell all of you, Jenny? That woman is tough as damn nails. Sykes and Lyons, man they tried every dirty trick in the book to keep that woman down and away from tagging me in, multiple times, but not Jenny. She would not die, damn it!
Everyone saw where I got the pin that night but Jenny….
Dylan starts to tear up thinking about all of his partner’s contributions to their victory.
….She’s the real MVP!
I just wish that I could get the chance to tell her how much she really meant to the two of us becoming champions. We will need to work on our communication though because right now, I don’t think that Jenny particularly likes me all that much. Which is nothing out of the ordinary for me. Jesse and I were World Tag Team Champions twice, during the time when she used to like it I put my winky in her kitchen sinky a lot, and look at us now? We are divorced and she doesn’t even speak to me anymore!
So, I’m not really concerned with having a partner who does not want to talk to me. Though that could be why I keep thinking that something is up. Like someone more powerful than me (I know, hard to believe, but there are a few people who are!) could come and take away my championship for no reason. Then again, it could be the paranoid schizophrenia talking, though that is not supposed to be talking anymore now that I’m back on my meds again. Have to ask Sam about that, I guess. She is the doctor after all, right?
Anyway while we get all of this sorted with whether or not my new tag team partner will ever talk to me, or paranoid schizophrenia will keep talking to me despite me being a good boy and taking all of my meds now, that remains to be seen. I can’t worry about those things too much though. I mean those are important things, no doubt, but I have other things to grab my attention right in front of me.
For example, there is a Riot this Tuesday, and it just so happens yours truly, the best damn wrestler on this planet and any planet is on the card. My tag team partner is not on the card which suits me fine. I guess, since we still aren’t talking, I will just assume that Jenny must have decided that she needed the night off for one reason or another.
That means I get to come at you in singles action, which is fine. Just don’t tell Sam that I’m in singles action or I might have a lot of explaining to do. In fact I could really be in trouble if Sam knew everything that is going on Tuesday night because I’m not only going to be singles action, but this match is going to be a three-way as well! That’s right, I get to attempt to not kick one but two people’s asses, how cool is that?
First there is Daniel Russow who I don’t think has ever even had my name in his mouth, therefore you would say that he is a smart cookie at any right. To be honest, that would have been the first time that his name has ever been in my mouth too, so to say that I don’t know a lot about Dan the Man yeah, that would probably be correct. I do know that he comes from a family of wrestlers and that a lot of other people really don’t know where he stands on things but they don’t know that he likes to raise a lot of hell.
In short, Dan the Man sounds like my kind of guy and on any other night, maybe we could be raising a little hell together. Tuesday night though guys and dolls is not the night for Dan and I to try and be friends because someone has decided that I should try and kick his teeth in on that night instead. So, I guess that is just what I’m going to have to do, though Dan I apologize in advance if you do not like crapping your molars on Wednesday mornings, but that is just what needs to be done.
If Dan wasn't an opponent enough for that night however, I did say that I was involved in a three-way and that means I have a second opponent. Michael Rathedon would be that other opponent, and just like Dan the Man that I discussed before him, Mikey decided that he really didn’t like it so he didn’t wrestle at Rise to Glory either. Neither one of these guys wrestles at all on the same night that yours truly becomes a champion? I’m not going to judge, at least not where that is concerned. You want a night off on the same night where I show everyone my superiority, that’s perfectly fine with me.
Mikey let me tell you something though, the last time there was a Riot, that was the same night that was the epic battle royal that both you and I were a part of, and you said some things about me Mikey that weren’t very nice. Granted this is professional wrestling and I have been wearing my big boy underoos for a long time now so I don’t expect anybody else to try and be nice to me or try to be my friend. Just understand this Mikey, I do believe in giving people a receipt when they start having a bad case of diarrhea of the mouth about me, and I will make sure that you have paid your debt in full that is reflected on your receipt. I hope you remember that if you remember anything Wednesday, which is doubtful.
No, I have a pretty good idea that both of you guys might be having a bad day when Wednesday rolls around, and all that I will have to say about that is you’re welcome!
The first thing you notice is we are in a studio and recording is currently going on. Inside the studio, is 4-time-world-champion and 17-time-world-tag-team champion “Simply Sensational” Simon Lyman. Simon since retiring from the ring in 2017 has started taking up broadcasting and that has seen him restart a show that he used to have in the early part of his career “The Grappling Grapevine”. On this episode of “The Grappling Grapevine Simon welcomes a former cousin of his, and a man who is currently one half of the PWS tag team champions, Dylan Howell. As Simon knows full well however, while always entertaining, getting a good interview out of Dylan is often easier said than done.
Simon: “So Dylan, you are a Tag Team Champion again. I have to say congratulations man. You are experiencing quite the resurgence for your career in PWS-Apex. What would you attribute that to?”
Dylan: “Well thank you Simon. I have to say that is the nicest thing that you have said about me in the past ten years which covers all of the time that we have known each other if I’m right.”
Simon: “Now Now wait a minute Dylan, I always had a ton of respect for you. If I am hearing some hostility now, I would be interested in knowing where all of that stems from honestly.”
Dylan: “Please Simon, don’t try to play coy with me because the only kind of fish you could even come close to being is a clownfish!”
Simon: “Hey Dylan, I really do not understand where this is coming from and what’s more clownfish are pretty tiny so I don’t believe that the parallels you are trying to draw are accurate.”
Dylan: “You know exactly what I’m talking about Simon, you are a clown. You clowned your way into two of my cousins in between the sheets! Possible three, but nobody ever could prove anything to do with a Kennedy, the only one one of that sisterhood that you didn’t manage to marry!”
Simon: “And we will take a break to go pay some bills while I try to find out what the hell is going on here.”
The Grappling Grapevine goes to a commercial break and Simon is anything but “Simply Sensational” anymore. No, to say the least Simon is hot, and wants some answers from Dylan.
Simon: “Would you like to tell me what the hell is going on here tonight Dylan. I brought you on the show because I wanted to give you the opportunity to tell everyone about your big win, not go through a run down of my less than successful relationships with your relation!”
Dylan: “Simon, I am just trying to make the show better man, I promise. People already know that I’m a new tag team champion again in PWS; as soon as they found out that I was going to be in that match, people figured I would win. If you want to have a successful radio show though, you need to tell people what they don’t already know, and I don’t think that anyone knows that you were married to two of my cousins and slept with a third.”
Simon: “Dylan are you kidding? Everybody who watches wrestling knows that damn it, not that it is anybody’s business!”
Dylan: “Oh, so you admit that you did sleep with Kennedy, along with her sisters Trinity and Chloe who you Shoplifted the pootie from”
Simon: “I was married to them!”
Later on, Dylan goes to open the front door to he and Sam’s apartment, and black right eye and a fat lip. He opens the doors and Sam is already on the couch shaking her head.
Dylan: “Hey baby, you will never believe what happened to me today.”
Sam: “I already talked with Simon for a good 20 minutes you idiot. Now get in here before you can find someone else to piss off from your past.”
Dylan sighs and steps in the door, slamming it behind him.
Dylan: “Fine. You would think Simon was the new tag team champion, not me.”
Sam: “Unbelievable.”
And with that Dylan goes to his room, where he stays for the rest of the night.
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